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Subject: {ASSM} {Norm DaPlume} New novel:War And Piece parts: 16 thru 20 (b,g,bg,1st,Fb,M+b,M+g,tg,bd,best,exhib, caution,blackmail,nc,rape,reluc,rim,sad,sm,tort,viol, drug,Fdom,cbt,ds,humil,va,rom,anal,creampie,enem,ht, fat,menstr,oral,piv,scat,tg,toys,bi,feet,lac,
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More of my novel.
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 16/56
Summary: We learn more about our heros lives, a little
about Arline.  Our hero becomes accustomed to his role.
Keywords: b,g,Fb,sm,bd,sad,cbt,nc,rape,tort


                 A Pain In The Ass.  

     Arline was her own best customer.  More than 
anyone else, Arline used us to get herself off.  At any 
time, day or night, she would have sex with whichever of 
us she fancied.  She called it "perks."  I began to 
grapple with the realization that Arline was in reality 
a nymphomaniac.  She would wake us up if she needed to, 
or change someone's appointment at a moment's notice in 
order to have sex with us.
       In fact, whenever she punished Melina or me, she 
would get hot.  I could tell this because after 
disciplining one of us, she almost always had sex with 
one of us and when she would sit on my face, she would 
be drippy wet.  After a while, I began to find the 
taste of Arline's gooey vagina to be delicious.  
     At first, we could never be sure whom she was 
going to demand either.  Regardless of whom she had 
disciplined, she seemed to randomly pick one of us out 
and would force us to have whatever form of sex she 
desired.  It seemed like we had sex with her more than 
with all of her customers put together.   
     Unlike most of the customers, Arline was 
beautiful, and as much as I loved Melina, when I had 
sex with Arline, I enjoyed it.  I would feel her firm 
breasts, suck on her nipples, stroke her buttocks, and 
give her long, strong exceptional orgasms, when she'd 
have me.  Maybe at first, I was hoping that if I 
pleased her enough she would forgive me for deflowering 
Melina.  I began going to great lengths to have her 
reach climax.  Soon, Arline began requesting me more 
than Melina.  I felt bad because I had equipment with 
which Melina could not compete; my cock.  
     I used to tell Melina that I was just doing it so 
Arline wouldn't beat me anymore.  The truth was, when I 
had sex with Arline, I used to make love to her.  I 
began to feel adulterous and remorseful when that 
happened.
       Usually, Arline would beat me, as foreplay when 
she wanted to have sex with me.  For some reason, 
I began to find Arline to be especially enticing 
after she would punish me.  I found having her lash 
slammed against my buttocks to be stimulating.  
Eventually, just having Arline wave her switch at me 
would cause me to have an erection.  I even began to 
provoke Arline in order to have her punish me.  I would 
be insubordinate to her, disobey her, I would even 
purposely spill my food or drink in an effort to incite 
her.  
     Arline eventually became jealous of Melina and 
refused to allow her and me to touch each other unless 
someone was paying for it, which wasn't often.  At 
night, she would put us both in restraints, in separate 
rooms, to keep us from comforting each other.  
     Whenever Arline had sex with one of us, she would 
claim that she was taking the charge off our bill.  She 
had long ago stopped taunting us with the balance after 
each session, so we had no way to verify it, and used 
to answer, "Of course you are."  Or "Yeah, whatever." 
     Many of the clients would request rituals, which 
inflicted pain.  There was a lot of pinching, titty 
twisting, dick pulling, ball squeezing, smacking, 
spanking and inserting of objects too large to fit.  In 
addition, people would flog and cane me.  (Most often 
it was Arline.)
     One strict rule, which I was glad for, was that no 
one was allowed to do anything to Melina which left 
visible scars anywhere on her and no one was allowed to 
do anything which would leave scars on my face.  Arline 
wasn't being nice; she just didn't want her merchandise 
defaced.  (So to speak.)  
     For example, no one was allowed to whip flog, or 
cane Melina anywhere.  In addition, Arline would not 
authorize or approve any act if it inflicted permanent 
damage to either of us.  Therefore, for example Arline 
would not allow anybody to rupture me.  
     That doesn't mean they couldn't do things that 
caused my balls great agony.  Women in particular liked 
to put rubber bands on my balls and constrict the blood 
vessels until my balls turned blue.  They were, however 
not allowed to do it for longer than an hour at a time, 
after which they would have to let the blood flow 
again.  My balls would sting terribly, from the 
constriction and finally turn numb.  Then, they would 
sting terribly again, when they allowed the blood to 
return to them.
     As a rule, it was Arline who did the most extreme 
things to us.  Sometimes she did things, which she 
would not allow anybody else to do.  
     Then there was needle play, in which people would 
stick all kinds of pins and needles into us in 
different places, or they would have us stick pins and 
needles into them in different places.  
     One of the games, which a particular group of 
people enjoyed playing was to stuff things into 
Melina's vagina until nothing else would fit.  Then 
they would sew her inner lips shut over them.  
Sometimes they would then sew her outer lips shut over 
that.  I would feel sorry for her when that happened 
because her vagina would bulge with whatever they put 
in there, and then they would stuff things up her ass,
or fuck her in the ass, or they would rub and pinch 
her vagina and breasts, until at last they removed the 
stitches.  
     Sometimes they wouldn't remove the stitches from 
her at all and they would leave without untying me.  If 
Melina was untied, she would have to walk over to my 
bed, all stitched up and untie me so that I could 
remove the stitches from her.  If Melina was left tied 
up also, we would have to beg Arline to untie us first.  
     Unless a client was on the way, she would take her 
sweet time, and delay coming in, until she was ready, 
or for as long as she felt like.  She liked making us 
wait especially when we were in pain.  Then she would 
complain during the entire time she was untying 
Melina's ropes, about what a baby she was, and what a 
nuisance having to untie her was.  Melina would then 
have to walk over to me, all sewed up, to untie me so 
that I could remove the stitches.  Arline would never 
unsew her.  
     Then Melina would have to tie me up, call Arline 
again, and humbly beg Arline to tie her up again.  
Arline always had us tied up when the johns arrived.  
That was her trademark.  If the patrons wanted us to be 
loose, they would have to untie us themselves.  
     One man paid Arline to use me for the day.  Then 
he sewed the hole in my penis shut and made me drink 
more and more wine.  Soon I was drunk which felt good, 
but eventually I had to pee.  There I was trussed up 
like a pig and unable to urinate for hours on end.  
Every so often, he would kneel on my bladder and make 
the pain more intense.  That was a very long day. 
     One man took out a set of syringes with needles 
and a few bottles of some solution.  I hated pins and 
needles in general, but hypodermics really freaked me 
out.  Having someone insert a pin in me was awful, but 
I was definitely terrified of having stuff injected 
under my skin.  
     The man smiled at me as he removed the wrapping 
from a syringe.  Then he smiled again when he removed a 
needle from it's wrapping.  He smiled again as he 
plunged the needle into one of his vials.  Then he 
smiled at me again and drew out some of the fluid that 
was in the vial.  He smiled at me again and held the 
syringe for me to see.  That wasn't hard; my eyes were 
wide open watching his every move.  With each move, I 
was becoming more and more apprehensive.  By this time, 
I was ready to faint. 
     Next, he smiled as he squeezed the excess air out 
of the syringe squirting some of the liquid out the tip 
onto my face.  Then he smiled at me again as he slowly 
took an alcohol wipe from its package and wiped one of 
my nipples clean with it.  Then the man smiled at me 
again and brought the needle over to the breast he had 
wiped clean.  Still smiling he pinched the breast and 
then suddenly, still smiling, he plunged the needle 
straight into my nipple hilt deep.  I recoiled in pain.  
     "This is nothing," said the man still smiling.  
"Now you can scream."  With that, he pushed in the 
plunger, injecting hell into my bosom.  I had no idea 
what he had injected into me.  It turned out to be just 
alcohol but it felt like acid.  I began trembling and 
screaming.  "Go ahead and scream.  Your mother says 
it's okay."
     As time progressed, the man began to use 
successively longer and thicker needles and larger 
doses of the liquid in successively bigger syringes.  
He injected several doses into each of my nipples, 
which hurt terribly.  He injected the liquid into my 
sphincter.  He injected large doses of it into the head 
of my dick which not only felt like he had cut it off, 
they continued to burn for several minutes.  Finally, 
he injected large doses into each of my balls.  I most 
likely would have had my balls removed, if I could 
have, following those doses.  I could feel the burning 
all the way down to my toes; Arline Okayed that one, 
but I think it might have caused permanent damage to 
my testicles.  They were still sore days later.  
     The man eventually had me give him a blowjob.  I 
could hardly keep my mouth around his cock; I was 
wincing from the injections.
     Another client actually took pepper mace and 
sprayed it onto Melina's twat.  It only took a second 
or so for it to effect her, but she was screaming in 
pain for about an hour, before it finally subsided to a 
bearable level.  Oddly, the guy that did it also 
sprayed his own genitals first.  Then he fucked Melina 
while they were both screaming.  The man came almost 
immediately, and the two of them just lay in bed 
screaming, grimacing and wincing in pain for the rest 
of the hour.  Arline would have forced Melina to have 
sex with other johns afterward, but she was afraid the 
chemical would transfer from Melina, and that, would be 
bad for business.      
     One of the regulars used to lubricate my penis, 
scrotum and asshole with Ben Gay.  I liked the smell of 
the ointment but my organs would first burn intensely, 
and then they would throb.  Then they would vibrate, 
and then they would go numb, and limp.  Arline learned 
to schedule his appointment for the last one of the 
day, because my dick was useless after the treatment. 
     Arline had several clients who liked to strangle 
us till we would almost stop breathing.  Arline would 
charge a great deal for that, because she would have to 
sit there and monitor them carefully, making them 
remove their hands, ropes, plastic bags, or whatever 
before we lost consciousness completely.  
     Typically, they would fuck us while they did that 
because it made my penis very hard and it made Melina 
reach orgasm quickly.  I guess they felt they were 
giving her a chance to enjoy sex.  Usually they would 
strangle us several times each session claiming Arline 
had spoiled their fun when she stopped them.  Melina 
and I found this form of sex frightening, unpleasant, 
harrowing and hazardous.  
     One time Arline let two people do strangle play at 
the same time.  She was unable to keep up with all the 
action and Melina lost consciousness.  Arline had to 
perform CPR on her.  This made her angry.  Arline 
didn't like the idea of having her lips on ours because 
we gave so many blowjobs.  This was the scariest and 
most distressing moment I could remember. 


          End Part 16/56 Continued in part 17/56

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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 17/56
Summary: Our characters experience pain from clothes
pins.  
Keywords: Fb,bd,nc,sad,tort,Fdom,cbt,oral

                     We Get Pinned.

     One customer of Arline's brought a bag of plastic 
clothespins.  She had paid Arline for both of us.  With 
us tied spread eagle, face up, she took the clothespins 
out one at a time and began to place them on our 
bodies.  They hurt only a little at first, and after a 
while they stopped hurting.  
     First, she placed a pin on one of Melina's 
nipples.  Then she placed one on one of my nipples, 
then on Melina's other nipple, then on my other nipple.  
She then placed a clothespin on Melina's breast on the 
brown part below one of her nipples, close to the first 
one.  Then she did the same thing to me and so on.  
     She continued to place the clothespins on us in a 
"Y" formation which went from our nipples, across our 
stomachs and down to our genitals.  When she reached my 
genitals, she began placing the clothespins on my dick 
head then down the front and back of the shaft of my 
penis to my balls.  She placed several clothespins on 
Melina's outer lips, one on her clitoris, and a number 
on her inner lips.  Next, she placed a bunch on my 
balls in such a manner that no area on them was 
unoccupied.
     By the time she had gotten halfway down my chest, 
the clips on my breasts were stinging.  By the time she 
reached my penis, the ones on my breasts were burning 
terribly, and the ones on my chest were stinging.  By 
the time she was finished with my balls, pretty much, 
all of the clips were hurting a lot more than one would 
expect.  Based on the outcry I was hearing from Melina, 
I was sure that she was hurting too.  
     The woman began rubbing herself through her 
slacks.  As she continued to play with herself, the 
pain began to increase more and more.  At last, she 
removed her pants and panties.  By then Melina and I 
were both straining against our ropes and moaning.  
     At that point, she climbed onto my face and sat 
down.  I knew what she wanted so I began to stick my 
tongue deep inside her vagina and forward towards her 
clitoris.  As I licked, the woman began yanking the 
pins off my body starting with my breasts.  Each time 
she pulled one off, waves of pain followed the removal 
and I would howl with agony.  It kind of made it hard 
to do my assigned task.  When the woman heard the 
howling I was making, she began to get hot and wet and 
her undulations began to increase in intensity.  
     Finally, as she was removing the clothespins from 
my balls, she began screeching and to my relief 
climaxed. She sent a flood of hot liquid down my throat. 
     At that point, she climbed onto Melina's face and 
sat down.  Melina knew what she wanted, so she began to 
lick the woman back to front.  As Melina ate the woman 
out, the woman began tugging the clothespins off her.  
Each time she wrenched one off Melina would cry out.  
Once again, the yelling made the woman hot and she 
eventually reached orgasm again.  
     By the time she reached her climax, the woman had 
not removed all of the clips from either of us.  She 
got dressed, and then began playing with the remaining 
pins.  She'd pull one down and let it fly back to an 
upright position.  This caused great amounts of pain, 
and she knew it.  She continued this game until Arline 
came in and told her that her time was up.  
     To Arline's delight, when the woman left, there 
were still a half dozen clips on each of us.  Arline 
jerked them slowly and painfully off Melina.  When she 
finished with Melina, she jumped onto my erect penis 
while the clips were still attached to my balls.  The 
pain from the clips made it difficult for me to come, 
and Arline took full advantage of that.  All told, 
Arline was riding my pony for about half an hour, 
during which the clips continued to torment me.  
     After she had climaxed several times, she tore the 
remaining clips off slowly, and left me in pain and 
fully erect.  Arline enjoyed having sex with me, but 
she got extra special pleasure out of leaving me horny 
and erect.  She left me alone and tied up for the 
night.  

          End Part 17/56 Continued in part 18/56
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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 18/56
Summary: Our hero threatens to expose Arline.  She 
tells him what life might be like in a foster home.
Keywords: F/b,nc,sad,sm,cbt,ds,anal



                   Fostering Love.  

        Arline would cause me pain without compassion 
whenever she was angry with me.  She also caused me 
pain when she was frustrated or depressed.  Also, when 
she was very angry with Melina and wanted to beat her, 
but didn't want to leave marks on her.  I wasn't crazy 
about those times but I was nevertheless glad to be 
able to spare Melina the pain even though it was at my 
expense.   
        Mostly, I think, she blamed me for having 
deflowered Melina, an act for which she was never going 
to forgive me, even though it wasn't my fault.  She was 
going to make me pay for it time and again.  Maybe I 
caused that.  I told Arline that it was my fault when 
she discovered us.  And even though Melina had also 
accepted the blame, Arline must have decided that I was 
mostly responsible.  
        Also, as I have said, Arline liked to cause me 
pain when she wished for me to have sex with her, and 
she did that frequently.  It made her hot, and as I 
became dependant on it, it began to make me hot.
        As I became more resistant to her punishments, 
Arline devised newer and more painful "games" to hurt 
me. 
        Other than using the switch and lash, Arline used 
to restrict her punishment to methods that didn't cause 
visible scarring.  To that end, she played a number of 
very painful "games" at my expense.    
        One of her favorite "games" was to blindfold me 
when tied face down on the bed.  Then she would place 
this enormous funnel up my ass and drop painful or 
scary things in.  Glowing cigarette embers were a 
favorite of hers.  Arline didn't smoke, but she bought 
cigarettes just for this purpose.  She would light up a 
cigarette and knock off the hot ember at the tip into 
the funnel.  It would fall down into the hole created 
by the funnel and land on the bottom making a "sssst" 
sound.  Then she would do it again.  She also liked to 
throw in sharp things such as, pins, or a pocketknife.  
One time she threw in a baby cactus.  Other things such 
as bugs, bees, spiders and roaches, all of which I was 
afraid of, would go in.  Surprisingly, the inside of 
one's rectum doesn't have many nerve endings which feel 
pain, so (although I never admitted it to Arline) it 
really didn't hurt too much.  If Arline had known 
better, she would have let the insects run across my 
body, instead.  That would have freaked me out much 
more.
        After she dropped something in she would ask me 
"What was that?"  I would have to guess.  If I gave the 
wrong answer, she would tell me what it was, and then 
she would drop something else in.  If I gave the right 
answer, she would drop something else in anyway.  I was 
not very good at the game.  Sometimes these things 
would be difficult to remove, assuming they came out at 
all.  
        Arline would always play that game after the last 
customer of the day had left. The next day she would 
make me check my excrement following my enema, to 
insure that everything she had put in the day before 
had come back out.  Having worked as an operating room 
nurse, Arline was used to counting the things she put 
up there.  Insects and such, which came out would 
usually wind up in my meals.  If she didn't find the 
number of things she expected to find in my bowels, she 
would search inside me with a long forceps until she 
found whatever she thought was missing.  
        When she searched around in my bowels for things, 
the forceps would sometimes grab sections of my colon, 
which she would try to remove, unsuccessfully.  
Fortunately, she was careful not to be too forceful 
when she did this or I probably would be missing 
sections of the lining of my colon.  Unfortunately, 
having her pinch the lining of the inside of my butt 
would hurt considerably.   
        Another game of hers was to put a rubber band 
around my balls or my dick head and pluck it allowing 
it to snap back onto the bare flesh.  That produced an 
extreme stinging pain, which left my sexual organs warm 
for most of the day, and sometimes left black and blue 
marks on them.  
        One day, I suggested to Arline that if she hurt me 
again, she would be sorry. 
        "What are you going to do?"  She asked in a 
cynical tone of voice.  
        "I'll call the police on you." I said.
        "If you do that, you'll be sorry."  Said Arline.  
"They'll put me in jail and they'll put you and Melina 
into separate foster homes.  Do you know what life is 
like in a foster home?  It's worse than it is here.  
And you and Melina will never see me or each other 
again."  
        I would have been happy to never see Arline again.  
Melina would not.  Arline was for me a lot like the 
classic wicked stepmother in a fairy tale.  For Melina, 
Arline was just mom.  (Well, "Mother" actually.)  I 
would have been glad to see Arline arrested, but the 
prospect of Melina and I being split apart, horrified 
me.  We had grown pretty close together.  
        Later that day, I looked on the internet to see 
what life would be like in a foster home.  Though most 
descriptions by those who had been in the system were 
bitter sweet, several accountings were indeed 
horrendous.  It was a crapshoot whether or not one 
would wind up in a better place, and almost a certainty 
Melina and I would not wind up in the same place.  
Arline's threat of us never seeing each other again was 
a real one.  The possibility of losing Melina was a 
nightmare I would prefer not to face.  
        Sure life was tough with Arline, but it might be 
worse in a foster home.  Besides, I couldn't bear to 
think that Melina and I would never see each other 
again.  I now loved Melina deeply, and was willing to 
put up with just about anything to have us stay 
together.  And "anything" included living my life with 
Arline.   

          End Part 18/56 Continued in part 19/56


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 19/56
Summary: Arline and Melina deal with the law.  There
is some underhandedness as Arline is blackmailed.
Keywords: bd,blackmail,nc,sad,M/g,ds


                The Long Arm Of The Law.

     One day, Arline was expecting a client.  When she 
opened the door, she was shocked to see a police 
officer standing there in full uniform.  "May I come 
in?"  the police officer asked.
     "Do you have a warrant?" asked Arline.  The cop 
pushed the door open and walked inside.  "There's been 
a report that you are abusing children here."  He said.  
-     "That's not true...  Where are you going?"  Asked 
Arline.
     The cop walked into the parlor followed by Arline.  
Arline said "You're not allowed to do this."
     The cop looked around the room observing Melina 
and me.  As usual, Arline had tied us to our beds, 
spread eagle and naked.  "Neither are you."  He said 
patiently.  
     He turned to Melina.  "Are you okay?"  He asked.  
     "Yes."  She answered a little stunned.  Melina 
didn't want the cop arresting Arline and she didn't 
want to have the two of us split up, as Arline had 
warned.  
     "Are you eighteen?" he asked Melina.  
     "Yes."  Melina answered.  Melina did not look 
eighteen.  She barely looked eleven.  But the cop was 
okay with her answer.  
     "Of course you are."  The cop said.  "Are you 
okay?"  He asked me.  
     I didn't want to have the two of us split up and 
sent to foster homes either.  "I'm fine."  I said.
     "Good, as long as everybody is okay."  He said.  
With that, he put his fingertips on Melina's neck and 
drew his hand slowly down her chest.  "Better than 
good, great."  He said, stopping at her pussy.  He 
smiled "Great."  He repeated.  Then he stuck his finger 
gently into Melina's gash.  He rubbed it around a 
little and then pulled it out and smelled it.  "As long 
as it's clean in here, I won't have to call the 
department of health on you."  He said to Arline with a 
satirical tone in his voice.  "But," he said, "I will 
have to fine you five hundred dollars for...  uh...  
selling without a peddler's license.  He winked at 
Arline and held out his hand, rubbing his thumb against 
the side of his middle finger, suggestively.   
     Arline left the room and returned with five one 
hundred dollar bills in her hand.  The police officer 
took the money.  "Oh and freebies, whenever I want 
them."  With that, he began taking off his clothes.  
"You may leave now."  He said to Arline.  Arline left 
the room and closed the door.  
     After the cop had finished undressing, he lay down 
in the bed next to Melina, placed his hand on her 
breast and began kissing her.  Melina was afraid to 
offer any resistance, not that she could have, and she 
began kissing him back.  Normally when a man kissed her 
like that, that was what he expected in return.  
Instead, the cop smacked her violently across the face.  
     His face got ugly.  "Bitch."  He said.  "Keep your 
filthy, nympho, scum sucking tongue out of my mouth.  
Jerk me off," said the cop.  Melina motioned as best 
she could that she was tied up and the cop untied the 
arm closest to him.  Melina began working the skin on 
his dick up and down.  He began sticking his fingers 
into her vagina, and licking her lips and ears.  
     Melina couldn't control herself when he stuck his 
tongue in her ear and she squirmed and moaned each time 
he did it.  This made me a little jealous.  Soon she 
was breathing heavily, and at that point, the cop 
stopped and grabbed his billy club.  He went back to 
licking Melina on the ears and lips, and then he began 
to ease the baton into Melina's now moist vagina.  
     Melina's vagina was barely wide enough to 
accommodate the stick, but she did her best to put up 
with it.  Then the cop began sticking it in deeper 
and deeper.  He continued manipulating it until he 
had stuck it in a full eight inches and then he began 
saying, "Say you love it.  Tell me you want more."  
     "Please" said Melina.  "You're in as deep as you 
can go.  You're going to hurt me if you go any deeper."  
With that, the cop became enraged.  His face got ugly 
again and he began driving it in even deeper.  I could 
see him straining to get it in.  Melina began 
contorting in pain and moaning.  
     "Say you love it.  Tell me you want more."  The 
cop said angrily.  
     "I love it, I want more."  Screamed Melina.  
     "Good," said the cop.  He eased up on the club.  
It was obvious that he had gone as far as he could go 
with it.  Melina was shrieking loudly.  "I love it.  I 
love it.  I love it."  She kept screaming repeatedly.  
     With that, the cop ejaculated onto Melina's chest.  
He pulled the billy club out of Melina's snatch and 
said "Best baton polish there is.  You'll see me again, 
guys."
     We heard him talking to Arline in the hallway.  
"You've got some prime beef back there."  He said.  
"I'll be back next week for my tribute.  Think of that 
as insurance.  And some more nookie, think of that as... 
uh... a bribe."  
     Arline came into the bedroom.  "That five 
hundred's coming out of the account.  You owe me for 
that.  She said crossly.   
 
          End Part 19/56 Continued in part 20/56


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Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: War And Piece
Part: 20/56
Summary: The man with the gun is back.  He humiliates
Arline and abuses everybody, finally raping Melina. 
and gang raped by strangers in a park.
Keywords: M/b,M/g,M/F,Mg,bd,nc,rape,sad,tort,viol,cbt


               Like Mother Like Daughter.

     Arline answered the door and was dismayed to see 
the guy with the gun (with his gun.)  "Hi ya' honey, 
d'ya miss me?  I told ya' I'd be back.  We're going to 
have a party now.  Where's your daughter?"      
     The guy led Arline at gunpoint into the parlor 
where, as usual, we were tied to our beds, naked, 
spread eagle and helpless.  He pointed the gun at 
Arline again and told her to remove her pants again.  
Arline did what he asked.  "Take off your panties."  He 
sang.  Arline removed her panties.  
     The day before, Arline and I had had a session in 
which she had me shave off her pubic hair.  Kind of a 
cool variation from the norm.  When the guy saw that 
Arline had been shaved clean on the bottom, he started 
laughing.  He turned to Melina and said "Well, well, 
well, if she were fourteen years younger, you could 
pass for twins now."  He started laughing again.  Then 
he grabbed Arline by her pussy lips and gave them a 
brisk tug.  Arline winced in pain.  
     I strained against my bonds trying to break free 
but was unable to undo the restraints.  The guy went 
over to Melina and gave her pussy lips a brisk tug.  
Melina winced in pain.  "Funny, that's what your mother 
said" the guy said laughing.  The guy ordered Arline to 
remove her blouse and bra.  Arline did so.  The guy 
searched the room and eventually found a drawer full of 
ropes.  He grabbed some and began tying Arline to the 
hooks, which were on the wall across from the beds.  
     He tied her arms, tightly, leaving no slack in the 
ropes.  Arline had to stand on her toes to keep the 
ropes from cutting off the flow of blood to her hands.  
At that point, I couldn't help but observe how 
magnificent her breasts looked.  They were now exposed 
elegantly, after having been lifted up by her arms when 
he tied her up.  The brown cones of her areoles formed 
a perfectly round shape, bulls eyed by her nipples, 
which were erect and standing out from the breasts.  
     The guy then lifted Arline's legs off the floor, 
from behind her knees.  For a while, he just peered 
into her twat, which had opened slightly.  There she 
was, her cookies spread apart, the insides of her most 
intimate of places, lain bare, exposed, denuded, 
glistening, moist and warm.  I could see her clitoris 
sticking out at the top, pointy and red.  Beneath where 
her vagina ended, I could see just the slightest 
darkening of her color from where her asshole began.  
From where the guy was standing, I was sure he could 
see everything, in all its splendor.  For a moment I 
wondered what it looked like, close up and from his 
vantage point.  Suddenly, I felt ashamed, as I realized 
that I was delighting in Arline's debasement and 
humiliation.  For some reason I was feeling remorse for 
doing something that Arline did to Melina and me all of 
the time.  
     Eventually, the guy finished watching.  He put 
Arline's legs over his shoulders and stuck his face 
deep into her vagina.  If the guy thought that Arline 
was defenseless, he had another thing coming.  Arline 
made her move.  She closed her legs tightly around his 
head, wrapping her feet together and applying pressure 
to her thighs, sealing him in a headlock.  
     If Arline thought the guy was helpless, she had 
another thing coming.  The guy screamed for a moment, 
but then he began beating her with his fists forcing 
them upward into her ribs.  Simultaneously he opened 
his mouth and bit down violently on her pussy lips and 
clitoris.  
     For a couple of moments, the two remained locked 
in mortal combat, but eventually the guy won out.  In 
an attempt to free herself, Arline inadvertently opened 
her legs and the guy escaped.  
     The guy was pissed.  He began smacking, Arline on 
the face.  Arline brought her legs up again, attempting 
to wrap them around his waist, but the guy was too 
fast.  He moved back and away, averting her legs.  
     At this point, the guy wasn't taking any chances.  
He went back to the drawer full of ropes and one after 
the other, he tied her ankles tightly to the same hooks 
to which her wrists were tied.  Her legs were spread 
far apart.  Now Arline was suspended entirely off the 
floor with her knees in front of her shoulders and her 
ankles over her wrists.  Arline's mid section was 
utterly exposed.  Every feature of her sexuality was 
now displayed prominently within a square about a foot 
and a half wide.  
     Now Arline looked beautiful.  Sure enough, she did 
look like Melina.  Shaved as it was, her pussy looked 
smaller and more immature than normal.  Her outer pussy 
lips were slightly larger, than Melina's were, but did 
not appear to look as massive as usual.  Her inner 
lips, though larger than Melina's had the same apparent 
shape as Melina's, and had a mass, which was 
proportional to them.  They too were beautiful, frilly 
and pink with maroon edges.  They too traveled two-
thirds the way down, surrounding the hole of her 
vagina, and they too ended about an inch short of her 
asshole.  Then the guilt returned, as I saw the 
expression of pain, mortification and fear on Arline's 
face.  I turned away.  
     There we were the three of us.  Arline, Melina and 
me helplessly tied up and completely exposed.  Of the 
three of us, Arline looked the most scared.  She was 
not used to defilement the way Melina and I were.  The 
guy began looking around again and eventually found his 
way into the closet where Arline kept the whip.  He 
grabbed it and then pointed to Arline.  "Eanie, Meanie, 
Miney, Moe, you're the one that's gotta' go" When he 
said "go", he was pointing to me.  With that, he swung 
the whip as hard as he could at my bare stomach, 
knocking the air out of me and leaving a searing lash 
mark on me.  I screamed.  
     "Go ahead and scream, nobody can hear you." said 
the guy.  "God, like I'd never heard that one before." 
I thought.  
     "I don't see why you screamed though, that didn't 
hurt me a bit," he said laughing.  He pointed at me 
"Eanie, Meanie, Miney, Moe, you're the one that's gotta 
go."  He was pointing at Melina.  Then he cut loose 
with the whip again.  Melina screamed.  "I like this" 
he said.  "Eanie, Meanie..."  He was pointing at 
Arline.  The lash flew against her bare ass.  Arline 
screamed.  "This is fun," he said.  
     After a while, he became bored with the game, but 
not before he had struck each of us eight or so times.  
Arline probably got the worst of the lashing.  He 
seemed to be honing in on her vagina which was 
protruding conspicuously from her body.  
     The guy stayed about an hour playing with numerous 
toys and stuffing each of us with whatever he found.  I 
think I might have gotten the worst of those games when 
he stuck a sharpened pencil into the hole in my penis 
and broke it in half inside me.  Finally, he fucked 
Melina several times while slapping her in the face, 
and pinching her nipples.  Then he left us all tied up 
as we were.  Melina finally broke loose early the next 
morning.  She untied Arline and me.  
     Arline swore to us that this wouldn't happen 
again, and we went to bed.  The next morning Arline 
helped me get the pencil out of my dick by squeezing 
it, starting at the bottom, and working it up to the 
top.  The procedure really hurt.  But after that, I 
took the best piss of my life.  


          End Part 20/56 Continued in part 21/56


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